In the open space, the battle between Zhao Wuji and the five people has entered a fierce situation.
Xiao Feng confronts Zhao Wuji head-on. With the blessing of the Second Martial Soul Skill effect, Xiao Feng looks particularly crazy.
And Zhao Wuji was getting more and more frustrated as he fought. If Xiao Feng was alone, he would still be sure to win, but now there are a bunch of annoying little guys, and he couldn't do anything. He felt aggrieved in his heart, finally!
"Third Spirit Skill, Gravity Enhancement!"
The third Spirit Ring on Zhao Wuji flickered quietly, and a terrifying gravity field instantly appeared in this small open space. Although this had little impact on Xiao Feng, other people couldn't stand it.
You must know that the current Soul Skill was released by Zhao Wuji under Martial Soul Avatar. In just a moment, except for Xiao Feng, the other four people were instantly pinned to the ground unable to move. Logically speaking, the situation of Tang San, who was cultivated as Soul Ancestor, should be better.
But because his Soul Skill was so disgusting, although it did not cause any harm to Zhao Wuji, it made Zhao Wuji very uncomfortable, so Tang San was taken care of by Zhao Wuji, and his whole body was buried in the ground.
Seeing this, Xiao Feng's figure flashed and came to the side of the four people in an instant. One in each hand, he first threw the three women out of the range of the gravity field, and then pulled Tang San out of the soil and threw them out. Although the four people were freed, this also meant that the four of them had ended their battle.
"Haha, there are no annoying little guys now, let me see what you do!"
Listening to Zhao Wuji's proud words, Xiao Feng raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Do you really think I am not your opponent?"
"Boy, I admit that you are very strong, and you are the most evil genius I have ever seen, bar none, but Soul Emperor is Soul Emperor after all, and you are no match for me!"
To be honest, Zhao Wuji was really deeply shocked today. A boy who was only twelve years old actually had the cultivation level of Soul Emperor, and relied on Soul Emperor's cultivation level to fight him back and forth.
So no matter what happens for a while, he has to leave these Little Monster in the Shrek Academy.
The next second, Xiao Feng finally no longer retained his strength.
A dark red light lit up from Xiao Feng's pupils, and blood-red murderous aura visible to the naked eye slowly poured out of Xiao Feng's body, and a handful of blood-red Demon Blade was condensing in his hand, and this was none other than Murder Sword.
(Murder Sword is just a title, don't worry about whether it is a sword or a knife.)
When everyone felt the strong murderous aura on Xiao Feng, a chill could not help but creep up their backs. Even Zhao Wuji couldn't help but change his face.
"How many people must be killed to have such strong murderous aura?"
Zhao Wuji's brows were beating violently, which seemed to indicate that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous and must not be provoked.
"Huh~"
Xiao Feng breathed out gently, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. "When I use two Martial Soul, you have already lost! Under my Murder Sword, several Titled Douluo have died, and Soul Saint are countless. Do you think you will be the soul of the dead under my sword?"
"Third Spirit Skill, God Transformation!"
The amplitude of all attributes is 70%! With the 270% of Eternal Lollipop, it is now 340%! And it still has the 340% of soul passive.
It's not a joke, just one slash will turn out a Soul Saint. Even if coupled with the effect of the first and second Soul Skill, a full-blooded Soul Douluo will be either dead or crippled with one slash!
Looking at Xiao Feng, whose momentum suddenly changed in front of him, Zhao Wuji instantly felt that Xiao Feng's figure instantly enlarged in his pupils, as if Xiao Feng had turned into a giant, and a strong murderous aura rushed towards his face.
At that moment, Zhao Wuji actually saw Xiao Feng standing on a pile of corpses and a sea of blood, with those blood-red eyes staring at him like a devil.
"Gulu."
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but swallowed.
"Are you ready? I'm going to take action!"
"Second Spirit Skill! God's..."
Before Xiao Feng finished speaking, Zhao Wuji saw that the stick of incense had been extinguished and shouted instantly, "Wait a minute, the time for the stick of incense has come. The assessment is over and you passed. Oscar, you take them to pay the tuition and then take them to the dormitory. I have something to do and I have to leave for a while."
With that said, Zhao Wuji ran away, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji's figure disappeared in front of everyone.
And Oscar, who watched Zhao Wuji slip away, was dumbfounded and complained, "Holy shit, Teacher Zhao is scared, is he scared?"
Ning Rongrong on the side also looked at Xiao Feng in shock. Her heart was shocked. A Soul Emperor scared a high-level Soul Saint. Who would believe it? With such a feat, she had already ignored that Xiao Feng is only twelve years old!
Seeing Zhao Wuji slipping away, Xiao Feng did not chase him. He scattered his Martial Soul and just smiled and said, "Can you outrun the first grade of junior high school? Can you outrun the fifteenth grade?"
He turned around and came to Xiao Wu, and said, "Old Zhao is very strong, I really can't beat him without Murder Sword."
"Old, Old Zhao?" Several people were thinking in their hearts. It is estimated that only Xiao Feng dared to shout like this. They remembered that when the other party just Soul Skill, they fell down directly. They didn't have any strength, so they really didn't dare to shout like this.
"Big, big brother, big brother, dear brother, I will follow you from now on, and you actually gave Teacher Zhao a scare, you are so awesome!"
Oscar swooped down and hugged Xiao Feng's thigh, just like a cute little newbie who just joined the game asking to hug the big boss's thigh.
"No, no, no!"
Xiao Feng waved his hand, but the stinky fart on his face had already betrayed his heart.
"From now on, I, Oscar, will be your number one brother. If you need anything, just call me directly. Even if it means going up to the sword or into the sea of fire, I will not hesitate!"
What Oscar said was so righteous and awe-inspiring that it made everyone laugh.
"May I ask what you call the boss?"
Listening to Oscar's words, Xiao Feng remembered that they were not familiar with each other. Out of pretense, he smiled and said, "Xiao Feng, twelve years old, level 62 attack, auxiliary system Soul Emperor, yes, I am Twin Martial Souls."
Listening to Xiao Feng's words, Tang San on the side also said naturally, "Tang San, twelve years old, forty-level poisonous milk system Soul Ancestor, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass."
"Xiao Wu, twelve years old, grade 32 Soul Elder, Martial Soul Soft Bone Rabbit."
"Zhu Zhuqing, twelve years old, grade 32 Soul Elder, Martial Soul Hell Spirit Cat."
After several people introduced themselves, everyone's eyes turned to Ning Rongrong. To be honest, Ning Rongrong was a little embarrassed to introduce himself. After all, the gap was too big, but it was not good not to introduce himself, so.
"My name is Ning Rongrong, twelve years old, level 26 Soul Grandmaster, Martial Soul Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."
As soon as he heard Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Oscar's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Is that Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, the number one assistant in the mainland Martial Soul? Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Seeing Oscar's reaction, Ning Rongrong felt a lot more relaxed. Although she was much worse than these people, her Martial Soul was the world-famous mainland's number one supporter Martial Soul Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda!
"Mainland First Martial Soul? I think it should be Tianxia Second Martial Soul."
Tang San's voice Youyou sounded, and Ning Rongrong exploded in an instant!